"It's lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky, up there all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them.... Once or twice of a night we would see a steamboat slipping along in the dark, and now and then she would belch a whole world of sparks up out of her chimbleys, and they would rain down in the river and look awful pretty; then she would turn a corner and her lights would wink out and her pow-wow shut off and leave the river still again; and by-and-by her waves would get to us, a long time after she was gone, and joggle the raft a bit, and after that you wouldn't hear nothing for you couldn't tell how long, except maybe frogs or something."

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, chapter 19

The Mighty Mississippi